Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh and this poem was created purely for my amusement only.

A/N: Yes, I know, I should be working on "What I Thought Was You", but this randomly settled in my head so I decided to share it. The person being spoken about is going to remain anonymous, but I think it's a bit (okay, very) obvious who the person is. I don't normally write poetry–but please enjoy! Read and review!

Dreaded dreams, plague not tonight

As the moon's shadow touches upon the site

The young boy is still clutching the book's bloodstained pages

As his eyes so readily fade away...

Into nothing

And can't you see he's crying?

Though his face remains dry and impassive

And can't you see he's dying?

Underneath the crumbled walls he built alone

In despair

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Little boy, cry not tonight

As your brother makes another sacrifice

He's still trying so hard to keep you safe

As his soul so willingly falls...

Into pieces

And don't you know it's all for you?

That he's stays strong everyday

And don't you know he loves you too?

Though something keeps him from saying

Those words

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Ignorant strangers, scorn not tonight

As he walks away in a facade of false might

The tormentor is still alive within him

As he tries so fruitlessly to turn away...

From everything

And why won't you see his shadowed lament?

Though it hides beneath his eyes

And why can't you hear the pleas he's sent?

Though they've been masked in cold remarks

Always

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Listen to the silent cries

Of one who claims no emotion

The one who longs to be alone

But mostly,

The one who's slowly fading...

A/N: Review! Please? It'd make me very happy. Say whatever you like, but no flames!